| "I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls! I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love. I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold, soft chimes, That fill the haunted chambers of the Night, Like some old poet's rhymes. From the cool cisterns of the midnight air My spirit drank repose; The fountain of perpetual peace flows there,-- From those deep cisterns flows." -Hymn to the Night by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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~Silvestre
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Quod me nutrit me destruit...
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don't hesitate to do some critics, always good to learn from that!
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My Prints
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Człowieku, świat stoi przed tobą otworem, więc uważaj byś zeń nie wyleciał.
[Stanisław Jerzy Lec]
*positively
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